Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Momma, aka Mom, Mommy, occasionally “bro,” and legally, Vanessa. I affectionately refer to myself as the “hot mess express” due to the chaotic nature of my life and my love of...
I’m a real estate agent; day, night, and weekends I show people their dream homes. I open the doors to one-bedroom condos, million-dollar lake homes, and every type of home in between. I love it, but the job can...
I wish it wasn’t the case, but bullies are a part of growing up. Everyone probably has at least one story from their childhood of bullying. My stories aren’t like the ones you see on TV. No one stuffed...
A couple weeks ago, I was talking with a group of moms when one mentioned she was angry a storeowner had called her daughter pretty.
“We won’t be going back,” she said. “It’s inappropriate.”
I nodded, familiar with the sentiment. It...
As an intuitive medium, I’m often asked if we, as a group, are exempt from the grief process because we understand what is on the other side. I think it’s an interesting question to ponder. However, I also think...
Almost a year ago, we lost our dog, Frank. He was with us for almost six years, which in the life of a Labrador, or any dog for that matter, is just not enough time. He was the stereotypical...
This may be controversial, and my therapist will not appreciate what I am about to say, but here it goes. Busy is better (for me). My family is constantly on the go, so much so that I often say...
When my husband’s phone rang, we’d just returned home from a weekend trip.
“Are you watching the Bills game?” his brother asked.
“Just about to turn it on,” my husband said.
“Don’t,” he said. “Someone might’ve died on the field.”
As my husband...
In the movie Groundhog Day, Bill Murray’s character gets stuck in a time loop. He’s forced to live the same day over and over; no matter what he does – good or bad – he goes to bed each...
There are too many candles on my cake. I know, 40 isn't that old. It's the new 30, right? Well, I practically had a nervous breakdown when I turned 30, so this turning 40 thing can't be worse, right?...